Her skin warm and sweet. It tasted lightly of vanilla. Perhaps it was a trick of my senses, smell overriding my tongue. Either way it was delicious. I...reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She leaned forward giving me access to her snap and exposing her neck at the same time. I kissed her neck and sucking lightly at first. I heard her moan and realized I should do it harder. I sucked on her neck in many different spots leaving her with marks. While this happened her bra opened. She pulled her. "Don't worry Jessica," Marcus said, "you'll get the feeling back soon.Still confused and disoriented, what did he mean by Jessica, who was hetalking to, I tried to ask Marcus but shockingly I found that I could notspeak. Something was filling my mouth to bursting point. What the hellwas going on here?"This will all be confusing to you but many weeks have passed since thatevening, I have made some decisions on your behalf that will help you toachieve your true calling in life. After studying. Olivia sensed his anxiety and rephrased the question. "What . . . time . . . do . . . you . . . get . . . off?" She almost giggled at the double entendre.He looked around the store, then back at gorgeous women standing before him, then at his watch. "Uh. I get . . . . Uh, half-an-hour." Nervously, Matt pulled the credit card receipt from the machine and slid it, the card and a pen toward her.The pen gripped lightly between her manicured nails, her attention focused on the receipt, she said,. Like I said, they’re everywhere, and I’m all alone, man. Being who and what I am doesn’t exactly make for a happy existence. Most people living in this world are what I call the Mundanes and what the Sociopaths call The Sheep. What’s a Mundane/Sheep? An ordinary person. They’re not totally evil or totally good. They’re normal. Average everyday Joes and Janes. The world is full of them, and they make all-too-willing pawns and accomplices for the Agents of Darkness. They have no idea what in hell.